It was a crowded Saturday afternoon at Lyon Part-Dieu station. The main hall echoed with rolling suitcases and nasal announcements. In the throng, two women passed each other near the escalators leading to the public restrooms. Camille, 28, a tall brunette with shoulder-length hair tied back in a ponytail, wore black skinny jeans that clung to her long legs and curvy bottom. She had just gotten off the train from Chambéry and was waiting for her connecting train to Grenoble. Right next to her was Sofia, 26, a petite blonde with piercing green eyes, wearing a short pleated skirt and a white crop top that revealed her flat stomach and navel piercing. She lived in Lyon and was returning from a quick shopping trip. Their eyes met as they both pushed open the door to the women's restroom on level -2. A discreet, almost shy smile passed between them. The line was long, but a stall became available at the end of the corridor. Without a word, Sofia gave Camille a small nod, and they went in together, quickly locking the door behind them. The moment the door closed, the air crackled with electricity. Camille whispered, "Did you see how you were looking at me outside?" Sofia smiled and replied, "And you undressed me with your eyes..." They wasted no time. Their mouths met in an urgent, wet, almost voracious kiss. Their tongues intertwined immediately, hot and hungry. Camille pressed Sofia against the wall of the changing room, her hands sliding directly under the crop top to cup her firm, round breasts. Sofia's nipples were already hard as pebbles. She moaned into Camille's mouth as Camille gently pinched them between her fingers. With an impatient gesture, Sofia lifted Camille's skirt and slipped her hand inside her jeans. Her fingers found a wet, hot, perfectly shaved pussy. “Damn… you’re all wet,” Sofia breathed, smiling against her lips. Camille unzipped Sofia’s pants and pulled them down in one swift motion. The petite blonde sat on the toilet, legs spread, her skirt hiked up to her waist. Her pussy was pink and smooth, with a neatly trimmed little blonde tuft above it. Camille knelt down without hesitation between her thighs. She parted Sofia’s swollen lips with her thumbs and plunged her tongue directly onto her clitoris.Sofia stifled a moan by biting her forearm. Camille's tongue swirled, licked, and sucked greedily. She alternated quick, light taps on the sensitive clit with long, drawn-out licks that trailed down to Sofia's wet entrance. Sofia undulated her hips, pressing her sex against Camille's mouth, her hands gripping her brown hair. "Harder... yes, like that... ahhh!" Camille slipped two fingers inside Sofia, curling them to find that magic spot that made her tremble. She moved them in and out quickly while continuing to suck her clit forcefully. Sofia was already coming, her body wracked with spasms, her ju ...

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